A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Chapter 1811-1820

Waylen smoothed Rena’s hair.

He murmured, “If things don’t work out between them, we can just let Cecilia be on her own. we’re family and we’ll always be there for her.”

Rena closed her eyes.

After a brief pause, she opened her eyes and expressed her unease.

“Waylen… I can’t shake this feeling that something might happen tonight. Stay awake with me, just in case.”

Waylen paid heed to her warning.

They lay on the bed and talked intimately, sharing the private moments of a loving couple.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the house, Cecilia cradled Edwin in her arms.

Throughout the night, Cecilia remained wide awake, her anticipation of the impending childbirth keeping sleep at bay.

Her hand tenderly cradled her swelling belly, feeling the gentle movements within.

In just two weeks, their little one would come into the world, yet she hadn’t picked a name for her baby.

In the dim light of the room, Edwin’s voice broke through the silence as he murmured “daddy” in his sleep.

Cecilia touched her son’s face gently, and her heart ached for the little boy… She longed to explain everything to him, yet she could not figure out how.

A sudden sharp pain pierced her lower abdomen, causing her to gasp.

Suddenly, the sheets beneath her were damp.

Her water had broken.

In the midst of her agony, Cecilia found it difficult to utter a word. Clutching her belly, she doubled over, the pain relentless.

Edwin roused from his slumber, witnessed his mother’s distress, her forehead glistening with sweat.

Edwin realized his sister was about to be born.

He hurriedly darted out of his bed, rushing to knock urgently on the door of the neighboring room.

“Uncle Waylen, mommy is going to have a baby!” Edwin exclaimed.

Waylen, in the middle of a conversation with Rena, didn’t hesitate.

He swiftly threw off the quilt and rushed to the opposite room, preceding even a coat.

Rena urgently trailed after Waylen.

As expected, Cecilia was indeed going into labor earlier than anticipated.

Waylen swiftly grabbed a down jacket and gently draped it over Cecilia. With a calm demeanor, he turned to Rena.

“I’ll carry her downstairs. Go wake up Mom and Dad. Make sure someone stays at home to look after the children and the rest of us will take Cecilia to the hospital now.”

Rena nodded, her eyes filled with concern for her sister-in-law.

Two minutes later, the lights in the Fowler’s house flickered to life.

On the first day of the new year, the Fowlers were on the way to welcome a new member into the family.

Waylen was behind the wheel, his focus steady on the road, while Korbyn provided directions.

Rena held Cecilia in her arms. While Edwin, who had insisted on accompanying them, sat next to Rena.

Cecilia broke out in a cold sweat because of the pain.

She was sweating profusely. Clutching onto Rena’s waist, she called out Rena’s name, her voice strained, as if she were speaking in her sleep.

Rena tenderly rubbed Cecilia’s belly, offering soothing words.

“You’ll be fine as soon as you arrive at the hospital.”

Upfront, Waylen’s grip on the steering wheel was firm, his attention solely on the road.

The snowy night made the journey treacherous; every turn had to be navigated with extreme caution. Hence, he didn’t allow his attention to wander elsewhere.

He drove himself, deeply concerned for both his sister’s and the baby’s safety, unwilling to leave anything to chance.

Half an hour later, the black Bentley came to a halt at the hospital, and a team of medical staff swiftly approached, rolling a stretcher toward them. Cecilia was gently transferred onto it and rushed straight to the delivery room.

In the grip of pain, Cecilia was in a daze, her mind clouded.

In her delirium, she muttered a name that still held her heart captive.

Mark.

Waylen was taken aback.

He tenderly leaned down and kissed his sister’s forehead and whispered in a hoarse voice, “I’ll call him, Cecilia.”

“No. Don’t do that.”

Cecilia, amidst her pain, shook her head weakly.

Sweat streamed down Cecilia’s forehead, and embarrassment tinged her face. Tears welled up in her eyes as she pleaded, “Waylen, please don’t call him.”

Waylen’s eyes were heavy.

He held his sister’s hand and nodded, “Okay. I won’t call Mark.”

The walls of the delivery room were totally white. There were also a pair of bright incandescent lamps in the ceiling above.

Cecilia was in excruciating pain.

But she bit down on her lip and looked up at the lights.

Tears streamed down the corner of her eyes, each tear reflecting the gleam of the light.

“Mark. Mark…”

She murmured the name over and over in her heart. It was not that she didn’t want to hear his voice or hear him call her name, but she was just scared.

She was afraid that if Waylen called him, the call would be answered by someone else, instead of Mark himself.

Cecilia missed him very much, and she also hated him very much.

She said to him in her mind, “Mark. I really hate you, you know.

Do you know Edwin has been missing you?

Do you have any idea how happy I was when I came to you and waited for you to accompany me to my antenatal appointment the other day?

Of course you don’t know.

You know nothing.”

Cecilia was feeling throbbing pain, making her feel so dizzy that she didn’t even have the strength to miss and hate Mark anymore. With the series of contractions she was experiencing, it was clear that the child couldn’t wait to come into the world.

Before long, a sharp cry could be heard coming from the delivery room.

This was the first day of the new year, and the Fowler family had just welcomed a new member.

Evans was born

one who picked the name for his

building with windows that

cup of hot

an individual was trapped in a room all year round, no matter how

by the window, looking outside. His thin stature made

had almost

Mark was still alive. He had lived two months longer than

standing behind him with a glass of water and medicine in his

the medicine,” Peter reminded him in

Mark seemed like he had

After a while, he murmured, “Today is the New Year’s Day. It

twitched when

year, the Evans Gardon would always be beautifully decorated, and Mrs.

her favorite food,” Mark

“How about you call Rena and ask about

began to fumble

stopped

her, but he never did. It seemed it

I better not call

to give Cecilia too

to hear this. Nevertheless, he stepped forward and handed him the glass of water and

“Please take your medicine.

you some pumpkin pies. You can have a taste

the medicines from him and swallowed them without a

on the bed, and a nurse came in to

Mark looked

his grip on his phone got weaker

to fall asleep nowadays. This time, he had a dream and

Rena gave birth to Alexis. He dreamed that he was still strong

almost given up on

was still alive. He had lived two months

was standing behind him with a glass

medicine,” Peter

he

snow outside. After a while, he murmured, “Today is the

nose twitched when he

the year, the Evans

favorite food,” Mark

“How about

to fumble in his pocket

he stopped and

calling her, but he never did. It seemed it was better if he never called

call her,”

have to give Cecilia

hear this. Nevertheless, he stepped

“Please take your medicine.

you can go to bed. I’ll buy you some pumpkin pies. You can have a

took the medicines from him and swallowed

lay on the bed, and a nurse came in to

done, Mark looked sideways at the

his phone got weaker and weaker until he finally

Mark to fall asleep nowadays. This

Alexis. He dreamed that he was still strong and that Cecilia

was much like that of

secretly for a while and call him “Uncle Mark” when

Cecilia in his dream was so

and gently stroked his face, saying, “Mark, I don’t blame

this point, Mark woke

were

closed his eyes

felt he needed to have

he felt cold all over his body. He felt Life

had probably gone to buy the

a plump foreign nurse was in the

wanted to return home. He missed his home so

in the Evans Gardon, the food Zoey cooked, and the apartment on Gamous Road, which was

he couldn’t change anything

he would never give up as long

if he wouldn’t survive and have

determined to stay

finding it difficult to

started to make

The plane would be so fast that it would get to Czanch in a blink of an

wanted to go

Mark’s pale fingers trembled as he thought

came back to

snowstorm on his

pumpkin pies are still warm,” he said to

Mark had been

planes

have some of

Mark only actually

was not more

it in his mouth, he put down the spoon

narrowed his eyes

really want to go back home and have

Angela’s Library

cheerfully assured him. But he could see that

he could ask him about it, Mark’s

now, it was around 4

the caller ID. For a

misses you,” Peter urged in a

into

silly boy,”

Edwin, he decided to answer the phone. It was

voice sounded a

birth to a girl. Her name

to a girl that had been named

the phone trembled so

brief silence, Waylen said, “Mark, Edwin

Mark closed his eyes.

Waylen continued, “Rena will take a flight to come see you next week. I’ll ask her to take photos of the

“Okay,” Mark said softly.

silence, Waylen said, “Mark, no matter what, I hope you survive and

except for the emotional entanglement with Cecilia, Mark was a

much in the first half of his life. He didn’t deserve

Mark sniffed and put down

duration of the call, he never even dared to ask to speak

standing in the room all along, was eager to hear what had been discussed since all he’d heard were the one

“What happened?” he asked.

the edge of the bed in silence. After a while, he looked up at Peter and said, “Cecilia

was happy to hear this and he did

he said with

sign on the first day of the new

and began to stroke one of the paper planes he had

fly back home to see Cecilia

Angela’s Library

a glance would

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